Chris sat down, looking across the room. Seated in a heavy chair was a woman. She was handcuffed to said chair and unconcious. She had short brown hair and wore a tight red shirt with a black skirt. He had no idea who she was.

He was worried because of the large cut on her leg. He had thought she might be infected. That's why he had handcuffed her to the chair (after bandaging her leg of course).

He approached her. Using the end of his shotgun, he turned her head so he could see her face better. She had soft features and a almost unnoticable tan. All in all, he thought she was pretty.

He stepped back as she groaned. She slowly woke, shaking her head gently. She didn't notice the handcuffs until she tried to rub her eyes. When her hand couldn't reach her face, her eyes flew open in anger.

She saw Chris. "Who the hell are you?!"

He was surprised at her reaction. She glared at him until he answered. "Chris. You?"

"You're injured. I'm not taking a chance that you'll turn into one of those things," he replied.

"Take them off me. Now." The woman's eyes blazed with anger.

"No."

She scowled. "I got this cut before all this shit happened."

"I'm not taking a chance. Now, what's your name?" he asked again.

"Jill. I'm not telling you anything more than that," she growled.

"Fine, Jill. We're both staying here for the next few hours to make sure you don't turn into a zombie. You'll have to live with it. We can leave once I'm sure you won't," he explained.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she spat.

"For now, you aren't going anywhere without me, that's for sure," he smirked. "I'm gonna go see if I can find anything. I''ll be back with in fifteen minutes." He nodded to her before leaving.

She huffed angrily before looking down at her handcuffs.

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When Chris re-entered the room, he found Jill struggling with her handcuffed hand. She seemed to be attempting to slip her hand out of it, which would've worked if it wasn't so tight. She didn't notice him as he walked near.

"That's not going to work, you know," he smirked, standing over her.

She smiled up at him. "You sure?" She slid her wrist out, the side of the cuffs on her wrist suddenly undone. She stood, pressing her lips to his. He was overwhelmed by the sensation, reacting quickly. He had no idea why he didn't push her away. She was an expert at kissing though, he had to admit.

Not pushing her away proved to be a mistake. He felt the metal of the handcuffs close around his wrist, still carrying some of her warmth. She pressed close to him and hissed into his ear. "Know your limits."

His eyes widened as reality sunk in. She was gone before he could move.

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Jill felt this a victory, even though her leg had pain shooting through it. She rested herself against the corner, glancing around to see if any zombies were around it. She cringed as she put too much weight on her injured leg.

OH. STORY TIME.I'm playing RE5 with my sister(she's playing Sheva), and I saved her from dying, and said "I just saved your life. What're ya gonna do for me now?" And she replies, unintantionally "I'll let you sell me on the black market."GET IT xDDDD?